Tuesday, February 9, 2010

SLAN

Slan 9

Bad Biology inside my Head—There ain’t anything I can doI’m just a 16-year-old Slan virginI’ve never been in bed with a woman beforeNo girls or second generation Slan chicksNo Tendrilless babes to love me tonightI’m as virgin as the snows of Titan—I feel weak—my head’s going round & roundLike a Merry-go-round—up there in the skyRings of Saturn—my, oh my!!!I gotta get me a chick—to tell me why!!!Why oh why??? Am I a mutant Slan boy!!!

She knew my name Jommy—Plus she knew all about John PettyShielding his true thoughts the wayHe did in that fast Cadillac limo—She knew all about Sam EndersHis hoodlum driver, his chauffeur—His Bodyguard—powerful men, I surePicked the right car to hitchhike onShe said—smiling at me knowingly

Petty the chief of police—right handMan for the Planet’s most powerful man—Dictator Kier Gary. She used my mindTo get into their heads—she was the trueNotorious Slan Hunter—cool, relaxed,Indifferent to the speed of light,Her mind far away and distant—Thinking like her Dictator fatherAbout the SLAN Agenda

Pretty much on the same track—Their slow, meditative Slan minds—Extraordinary minds both of themGood at shielding their thoughts withThe blur of surface illusions—Remorseless Slans, highly trainedAmbitious and ready for a coupShe caught the thread of one of Petty’sAfterthoughts—“I’ve got to kill that slanChick, Kathleen Layton. That’s the onlyWay to undermine Kier Gray—“

I suddenly got ice-cold in bed—Reading her mind—like she wasReading mine…